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This is one of a series of poems, written by my Grandmother, that represent a portrait of her childhood in Thomas Hardy’s Wessex, places and people she loved who are, for the most part, no longer with us. She dedicates each and every poem to her daughters, and has kindly given me permission to share them with you all, enjoy…

This is one of a series of poems, written by my Grandmother, that represent a portrait of her childhood in Thomas Hardy’s Wessex, places and people she loved who are, for the most part, no longer with us. She dedicates each and every poem to her daughters, and has kindly given me permission to share them with you all, enjoy…

I am sat here, just past midnight, totally exhausted and in agony but……..

I am SOO proud of us today…

BabyMibs and myself have achieved so much in such a short time..

It’s been a long hard road at times…

Hard to see a way forward at times…

With all that rubbish in the way!

Then salvation arrived…..thanks to a local farmer giving us some of his feed pallets

And took some shifting across the field!

A bit of cutting down to size later ( ok hacking like crazy with a somewhat rusty old saw!)

DON’T let your 5 year old try this at home folks, mine was especially trained for the pose!

Our very own Grand Design!

A little somewhere to store and recycle ALL THAT BLIDDY GRASS!

( at a fraction of the £100+ the posh gardening magazines charge for similar wooden ones!)

Ours cost us a mere six free pallets, a bag of nails, a possibly fractured if not broken thumb, much cursing, several blistered and splintered fingers, and a strange inability to walk upright once done!

And the best of it?

BabyMibs actually turned to me at the end and said “you made that better than Daddy would have!”

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS lol, it’s the little things in life that please the most, and considering I was in quite a bit of pain BEFORE we started this, and since finishing I can barely move, well, how chuffed am I?

This is one of a series of poems, written by my Grandmother, that represent a portrait of her childhood in Thomas Hardy’s Wessex, places and people she loved who are, for the most part, no longer with us. She dedicates each and every poem to her daughters, and has kindly given me permission to share them with you all, enjoy…

It’s incredible how this still feels like yesterday, yet also a lifetime away.

My one simple request in this very short post is for each and every one of YOU, dear readers, to hug someone close to you today, life is so very short and throws such unexpected curveballs so don’t waste any time in telling people close how you feel, or showing them that you really do care xxxxxx

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This is one of a series of poems, written by my Grandmother, that represent a portrait of her childhood in Thomas Hardy’s Wessex, places and people she loved who are, for the most part, no longer with us. She dedicates each and every poem to her daughters, and has kindly given me permission to share them with you all, enjoy…